Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-11-05

4
mother tongue, Peleg, an she we're q
wild lnjin maiden, setch cz the sun don't
shine on nor the stars don't wink at now
adnys.
"One day Prince Gungle- jib-goggle-
eyes pap sent fer him, an wen the
young prince went afore the king, the oil
man says:
"'Wall, Gungie, my son'Lhe alluz
called him Gungie, the king did, cause
he were gener'ly pressed fer time-'Gun-
gle, my son, says he, sling on another
eagle feather or two, put couple O more
coats o. red on yer nose, fetch up yer
cheeks with green an yer forrid with
blue, an look ez scrumptious eZ We kin,
fer thur gointer be q weddin' at cur
house t'-night, an you're to be the fort
nit bridegroom.
"'Ughn said the prince in q deep, bass
voice. Injins alluz says ughl in a-deep,
bass voice. Peleg, if they real ginywine
hand painted Injins. 'Ugh! said the
prince. An who's the unfortnit bride?
Z" 'Calabingo-bungo-bang, replied the
king.
THAT was the gal the king had picked
out fer the prince, an the one the prince
didn't want to marry. She were proud
an high steppin' Injin gal, an that
wat they called her Calabingo-bungo.
bang fer, ez that means Carries-her-
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. Prince Gun
gle iib-goggle-eye were knocked clean out
by this order of his pap's, but he braced
up an didn't show it.
"'Ughr said he to his pap, I'll be in
time for the funer'lr An with that he
walked out, He went straight to his
sweetheart w-paw-chink-a-pin an tole
her the jig were up ez fer ez their gittin'
spliced were concerned.
The CT man gives his orders, said
4 tie prince, AN that settles it. If you
only had some winter clothes, now, SAYS
the prince, me an you would cut sticks
outen this, says he, an dig fer Canady.
"'Say, Goggly, says Paw aw-chinll-
a-pin, do you know th't you make me
very tiredY Ye hain't got no more back
bono thin cattypilar, says She Il toll
you long ago th't | were goin' ter hev
half o that wigwam o. your'n, an I'm a
goin' ter hev it, too, an don't you fergit
til! says she. Il don't know e'zac'ly how
at this present writin' says she, but tn
hain't no redslSin gal th't hoes corn q
gointer sheer that wigwanl with you but
me, says she, AN ye hear me, Goggly
| hev shouted, says Chink-a-pin, and she
utrutted away ez sassy as a banty rooster.
"But the prince didn't feel Jest right.
lie were all broke up. He walked an
walked, an the fust thing he know d he
found th't he had elm right up the east
side O Squawkee hill, an stood plumb
on the edge o. the big yawnin' gulley.
If he'd Ina took one more step he'd ha'
gone down inter it, an l wouldn't ha'
had no story to tell We bout him, sonny.
But ne didn't take the step, though he
stood thar for spell an had a notion to.
Then he turned to go back, wen his eye
fell onter a tree ez had been blow d down
an laid clear across the gulley, maxim q
sort o. bridge from one side to t'other.
ngle-jib-goggle-eye hadn't no sooner
see the tree layin' thar, thin he ups an
walks over it, an, guess, We're the fust
human bein or Injin th't ever pressed q
foot on that island top O oil Squawkee.
The prince sot down, an the lonely place
only made him feel wuss thin ever.
Bimeby he got up to go, an at that very
minute wat sh'd heave up in front of
him but whoppin' big painter, with
eyes like balls o. fire, an his jaws a.
workin' an his tail a-lashin', showin'
th't he We're good an hungry an bound
TO hev supper. The painter stood on
the fallen tree one one side O the gulch,
an the prince had his foot on t'other end.
Ez luck would hev it, the Iniin didn't
hey consumed weepon with him. COM
in away from hum like he did, an thar
he were, on the edge of a gllch mile or
SO deep, an q hungry painter disputin
his gettin away from it. The painter,
SEEM th't the Injin didn' make no move
to come over tohim, picked hisself up an
commenced to 20 over to the Iniin.
Gungle iib-goggle-eye looked down at
the tree whar it rested ON his side of the
gulch, an noticed fer the fust time that
til wa int more thin an inch of it restin
on the edge. All lie were thinkin of list
then We're to save hisself from the
painter, an he begun to kick with all his
might at lis end o. the tree. Little BY
little he could see it give, an jist
cz the painter had got within ten foot Of
him, an were crouchilt fer his last
spring, the tree give way, an boom!
boom! boom! crash! crash! crash! il went
inter the gulley, caryin' the painter
with it. 1t want until the sound O the
crashin' tree had been swallered up in
the dep's O. the gulch tht it struck
Gungle- jib-goggle eye wat he had done.
He had done up the painter, but now
how was he gointer git often the top o
OF Squawkee? Thar were the gulch on
three sides O him an the straight up-an'
down ledge on t'other. The tree th't he
had kicked down were the unly way he
had had to git back from the island, an
thar he were.
'''Jee whiz, says tho prince, bimeby
It's tol'able sartin tht tn won't be M
weddin to our house t'-light, says he
, IAN that's q leetle comfort, anyhow,
says he, an he laid down under tree
an went to sleep. He was woke up b.
, eagles a screamin' an noticed th't ;
; couple o. the biggest eagles he had eve
, see had nest in the top of tall deal
: pine clus by him.
"Well Pelcg. three days went by an
(tlncrln- iil- oopplp-aVn hect1n tn oit hun